Every day the light decreases marking the seasonal change from harvesting abundance to the scarcity of winter. It is a time when the veil between the living and the dead is at its thinnest. This ancient belief continues to intrigue…
Category: gratitude
Believing in the promise of a scar.
Yes, I want to cry, to grieve for a connection I thought existed. Instead, I want to scream. Yell, about the promise of staying, of continuing to be connected. A gap, between the reality and the promise, between what was…
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